Entangled Publishing is turning 5 and love is in the
air!
We are so excited that we are offering all the books on our latest bestselling imprint,
Lovestruck, at a celebratory price of just $.99 each! If
you love romantic comedies you won't want to miss any of these laugh out loud and smexy
reads.
AND that's not all. From 2/1
to 2/21 we are giving away 5 Lovestruck prize packs including 5 different Sephora Minimergency kits, an Amazon gift card and
other surprise gift cards. So be sure to stop by each of our amazing blogger hosts below and visit the
Lovestruck Facebook page to find out about the fun events and giveaways we will
be having in the coming weeks. You will also get sneak peeks inside our different releases so
you can pick out your must reads.
Haven't read a Lovestruck yet? Take a peek
inside...
Excerpt
The Player Next Door by Kathy Lyons
"I was wrong," she said as she slowly stretched her legs out. Mmmmm, she felt amazing. Her
head dropped against the desk as she looked at him, all big and stunning even handcuffed to a
chair. Pink cuffs on the right, leather cuffs on the left. Who knew that could look so sexy? "I
thought I wanted to be in complete control, but..." She shook her head. "It's more fun to play
He lifted his arms. "So uncuff me and I'll show you"
She shook her head. "Not until tomorrow."
Suddenly she remembered. "Oh shit. It's Wednesday."
"I know. But he's just like me. Can't keep track of time." She snatched up the key, her mind
working overtime. If she was right, he'd start banging on the door in about three seconds.
Mike was already working on the leather cuff. "Who is it?"
She couldn't get the damned key past the pink feathers and into the lock. He was moving too
much, so she abandoned him to pull on her shorts.
She fumbled zipping up her cutoffs. She glanced at Mike, her sense of the ridiculous making her
giggle. At least he'd gotten one cuff off and was now scanning the floor for the other key. She
tried to tell him she had it, but it was too late.
She heard the front door open. Oh hell. Only one person had the other key to her house. She
grabbed her tee, pulling it down.
"Tori? Honey, are you here?"
She straightened the shirt then fluffed out her hair. "Coming, daddy!" she called.
Mike's head shot up. "Daddy?" he mouthed.
She nodded, then dashed out the door, nearly tripping as she flew down the stairs. "Hi there!"
she called, hugging her father tight.
Then there were the usual pleasantries. The how are you, where's mom, what's going on type
questions. It wasn't until they'd wandered into the kitchen together that she thought to wonder
what the hell was taking Mike so long. He couldn't be hiding up there, could he?
So she went to the bottom of the stairs. "Mike?" she called. "Come on down. I want you to meet
my father." Silence. "Mike?"
"There someone up there?" her father asked, coming to join her.
"Yeah," she said. "My neighbor. You'll like him."
The two of them climbed the stairs and headed for the office. Surely he’d had plenty of time to
get himself together by now.
"Mike?" she repeated, then they rounded the corner to see fully into the office.
Which is when she realized that she still had the key to the pink fuzzy cuffs in her hand.
About The Book
NBA star Mike Giamaria doesn’t mix basketball with love. Ever. Then Mike meets Tori Williams,
his cute, quirky new neighbor who seems hell bent on refurbishing her death trap of a house on
her own. When she falls from her roof and into his arms, Mike knows he’s just caught a whole
Trouble sums up Tori’s life. Despite her academic success, no one believes she can take care
of herselfnot her family, not her exboyfriend. She’s determined to live her life on her own
terms, and if that includes a hot summer fling with the supersexy athlete next door, so much the
But when Tori’s around, Mike can’t keep his mind on basketball. He wants...more. And to his
horror, not just more time on the court. When training starts, it’s game overit has to beunless
Tori can convince Mike that love doesn’t belong on the sidelines.
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